Is having a dog worth this?

Because Sorsha, our basset, is the barker lately, she's been in the house a lot while the goldens are outside. I let her have the run of the main floor while I'm at work. All upstairs doors shut, so she can't get in to the hedgies or leave me a gift in my bathroom (the only place in the house where she'll have an accident). So I left her in the house while I went out to my office in the garage.

I had an early lunch due to a meeting, so when I went inside. I wanted to get the stew meat that I'd left thawing on the back part of the counter into the crock pot along with some veggies.

It wasn't there... But I found the large bag that it was in on the kitchen floor. In my mind, I'm thinking some harsh words for the blinkety blank dog. No wonder she was so antsy to get out the door to the yard when I came in...
Then I found the remains, still partially frozen on the livingroom floor. YUCK! 2 lbs of beef stew meat ruined. I had to pitch it. Who knew she could get that far onto the counter?

I was upset with her the rest of the day and had no pity on her.

This morning I heard the dogs rustling around at 5am. I thought it was the puppy, so I got dressed to take Ellie outside. When I came out into the hall, there was an odor that nearly knocked me off my feet. It wasn't Ellie. Sorsha was jumping around her kennel acting very anxious to get outside. And the laundryroom where her kennel is reeked!

She had gotten sick or something... Unsure at this point, but I had to bleach out her kennel which was wet and threw out her mat that was in it. She just may have had really bad gas. WHOA was it bad!
I went back to bed but didn't get back to sleep. Maddy came upstairs about an hour later and the main floor still stank. We opened some windows and she lit a candle.

I still have no sympathy for that dog.